Since starting my blog about 18 months ago at the encouragement of a friend, my life has taken a complete turn. I was a vegetarian mom, working from home with kids in daycare. My posts were mostly about my kids, but with some of my other interests being thrown in for balance such as cooking, photography and pretty things (I’m a designer so shiny objects get my attention).

But last year I started to run, at the encouragement of that same friend. After only a few short months of training, I ran a half marathon, then another, and then ran the Warrior Dash (a 5k with a dozen obstacle course challenges along the way, during 90+ degree temps). But since then, I have only run a handful of times. Why? Because I also have Chronic Lyme Disease and have experienced one of my worst flair-ups in years. That led me to book an appointment with a specialist, but there is a 4-month wait before I can get in to see him. Meanwhile, I started looking into other ways to curb my symptoms and get a little relief.

I found a lot of information about how diet can affect people with auto-immunne diseases and can trigger the inflammation that causes joint and muscle pain. Most have the same conclusion: gluten, dairy and sugar are all bad. Nightshade vegetables (potatoes, tomatoes, peppers and eggplant) can also be a problem. For a vegetarian, that didn’t bode well. I’ve basically turned my diet upside down and have taken on eating a Paleo Diet (aka Primal, Caveman or Grok diet). No pasta? No rice, beans or legumes? Meat…lots of meat? Yep. That’s what I eat now. Along with fruits and veggies, which I loved anyway. But also no yogurt and granola, no cheese, no hummus, no falafel or any of the other foods I’ve eaten as breakfast and snacks for the last 20 years.

Oh, and as for the kids, well, I now homeschool my older son for Kindergarten. His brother is still in Pre-K at daycare, but begs to stay home for school every day so most weeks, he stays and does school with us one or two days. We’re having fun, learning a lot, and growing closer from spending more time together and getting to know each other in a completely different way.

I’m still decaf. That seems to be the onlything that has stayed the same! So moving forward, my posts will have a different purpose from what I’ve done before. I’m now going to chronicle our homeschooling life and the challenges/rewards it brings. I’m also going to chronicle Lyme Disease and how it has affected my entire adult life, and I’m going to post what I’m learning about the Paleo way of life and recipes that my family enjoys as a way to share our experiences with others who are trying to make the switch.

Health and family. Those are the two keys to happiness in my book, so if you’ve read my blog before, I hope you’ll stick with me and enjoy the new direction of my posts. And if you’re here for the first time, I hope that what I’ll be writing about in the future can give you some inspiration, too, and maybe bring a little joy to your life as well.

 

Geography isn’t my friend.

After agonizing for weeks over which school to send my beasts to, we finally decided to apply to the French Academy for immersion learning. I was in love. Amour. But one week after sending in the application, it was returned to me with a note that we aren’t in the school district. WHAT?! Turns out we are ONE BLOCK south of the wonky, randomly-move-from-street-to-street district dividing line. One measly block. I can throw a rock from my house into the school district but I can’t send my child there.

So…back to the agonizing. But only for a few days. I really had liked the idea of homeschooling, so that’s what we have decided to do.

I work from home, so it’s really just a matter of working out the schedule.

  1. Wake up early, do some work before the beasts awaken from their slumber.
  2. Get the beasts fed, dressed, and take Little A to Pre-K at his daycare.
  3. Bring Big A back and do an hour of school work, reading books together, practicing writing, doing math games, and other “studious” things.
  4. Check emails and do a little work while Big A does an online language lesson (yes, I’m still determined to have him learn a second language as early as possible).
  5. More “school” in the kitchen while we make lunch together.
  6. Some quiet reading, coloring, or playing for a while as long as he still needs a nap/break/down time in the afternoon.
  7. A couple of times each week, I’d like to get him into a co-op music class or let him have an outside activity like horse riding lessons, or karate or swimming lessons. (He really wants those, too.) I will have time to get more work done during those, as well.
  8. Then more play time or time for art before getting Little A at daycare.
  9. I can multi-task and get more work done while I make supper (I do this all the time), and can do some writing or email work again after the beasts are in bed.

It makes for really long days, but it seems really manageable to me. Instead of sitting at a desk for hours on end, both of us get to break our days into shorter snippets of activity. That helps me with boredom with work and it should help him learn to adapt to both group learning and doing work on his own.

Plus, we get to break up the week by fitting school into other activities like housework, shopping, or tending our new garden. Everything is an opportunity to learn. And I can’t forget field trips to the zoo, museum, parks and anything else I can think of to go along with a lesson plan.

I work on websites, so my work week is a 7-day constant churn. It helps that I don’t need to squeeze 40 hours into 5 days. I get to break up my time, too, so we have the ultimate in flexibility. I can’t wait. Big A can’t wait, either. He has already asked to start doing homework, so we’ve prepped his work space and have some activity books that’s he’s working through now. It might actually end up hard to hold him back. And that’s exactly what I wanted in a school…a setting that encourages him to learn and has him genuinely excited about his future.

Wish us luck!

In my quest to become a runner, I’ve also become a racer. Of course, the half marathon my friend recruited me for was the reason I started running in the first place. But I’ve completed two races now and have signed up for one more (and am trying to get the courage to do another half marathon in three weeks!).

First up was the Diva Dash. It was a 5k held on March 5th. It was four weeks before the half marathon and I signed up to get a taste of what race day nerves, starting lines and running in packs would feel like before the big day. Oh, and it was cold. Really, really cold. As in 28 degrees with snow flurries cold.

I was so excited the night before. I went to pick up my packet — my very first race packet!!! — and couldn’t stop smiling the entire time I was there. Everyone else was so nonchalant about it, but I was giddy. I put the chip on my shoes and set out my bib so I would be ready in the morning.

Diva Dash 5k bib and shoes

The Doc took the wee beasts to breakfast next to the start/finish line so they would be there to cheer me on. He said I looked terrified standing at the start, but I was really just frustrated with my running app because the GPS couldn’t find me. And I was alone in a pack of women who were all there with friends.

Diva Dash 5k starting line

I actually had fun running the race, and since I was by myself, I played a game of “catch” by picking one person in front of me to catch up with, and when I was even with her, I’d pick another one to catch. I felt pretty good until the last half mile, which was up a huge hill. UGH. I’m not a fan.

I was slowing down until a mom and her 8-year-old daughter came into view. The mom was encouraging her daughter to keep going and I used that as motivation to go, too. If an 8-year-old can get through a freezing 3 miles, there was no way I was going to give up!

I finished in 36:30. (Ignore the time in the pic…I’m going by the chip time!) That’s an 11:45/mile pace. Better than I had expected. I just wanted to beat 12:30 because that’s what I needed in the half marathon.

Diva Dash 5k finish line

So what did I learn during my trial run? First, that I really can be a runner! Second, that I won’t finish last. Third, that I needed to ditch the “serious runner” look at the finish line and go for a gloriously happy smile-from-ear-to-ear look for my big race.

One month later, the big day had arrived: Saturday, April 2, 2011. The Rock the Parkway Half Marathon was on. I hadn’t run in a week because of severe ankle pain. Luckily, though, I’m married to The Doc. He fixed me up with tape so I looked like a super hero.

Taped up for Rock the Parkway

Ankle taped for Rock the Parkway

It was cold again, though, so I didn’t get to show off my fancy tape because I needed tights to stay warm. My friend, Sherri, came over and we walked down to the starting line.

Ready for Rock the Parkway

The race was awesome! Awesome. We started strong and had a few tough spots on the hills. A little GU, a little water and Gatorade, and we kept going. And going. And going. And going…

Now I get to sound all running-geeky and throw out a term I didn’t even know a few months ago: I ran the race with a negative split! Woo hoo! I flew the last two miles. Now, I had only completed two long runs of 8 miles before the race, so I had no idea how those additional five miles would feel. But they were great. I had energy. My legs felt solid and strong. And for those last two miles, I ran all out.

The Doc took my two wee beasts and Sherri’s angel to the finish line to wait. The boys had on shirts that said things like “My Mom runs fast” and “Go, Mommy, Go!”

Kids at the Rock the Parkway finish line

And here I come. I’m smiling big. I’ve been practicing this Photo Op Smile for the last half mile.

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

Wait for it…

Rock the Parkway finish

I’m crossing the finish line at 2:43:14.

What? You don’t see me? Yes, well, that’s because at the precise moment I was finishing the race, my beasts (we call them that for a reason) decided they wanted to run off and play. The Doc had a decision to make: Be a good hubby and get my photo or be a good daddy and get my kids. I guess he made the right choice.

He did make it back in time to get a few pics of me when they handed me a finishers medal.

Finishing the Rock the Parkway Half Marathon

So there is at least some evidence that I did indeed run the race!

And finally my super support team came over to give me hugs and kisses and tell me how huge my medal was. (And it is a huge medal!)

Rock the Parkway Half Marathon medal

So next up? I didn’t run much the next few weeks because my ankle really hurt. I’m dreaming of the Hospital Hill half marathon on June 4th, but it’s hills and I haven’t been training as much as I should have been. We’ll see…

I am signed up for the Warrior Dash in July. If you haven’t heard of it, follow the link. I am so excited to get to do it. I’ve even started lifting weights again to get some musk-les on my muscleless frame so I can survive it. After getting my big honkin’ medal, I’m in need of a lovely Viking hat to wear with it!

What races do you run each year? What have you run so far and what’s yet to come on your schedule?

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